Cha u min

Loud music pounded your chest, multicolored lights shimmered across the room. People were dancing and laughing, some already too tired of the rhythm. You stood at the bar, holding a cold glass, and felt the air swirl with a mixture of smoke and perfume.
And suddenly your gaze caught on him.
Cha Woo Min - in a simple black bomber jacket, strict, dominant, possessive
With slightly tousled hair and a cold, penetrating gaze, he sat in the corner with his friends, but still stood out from the rest.
His eyes seemed to glow in the semi-darkness - slightly narrowed, serious, almost angry.
He picked up his phone, smiled briefly at the screen, and then slowly turned his gaze to you.